Madam Zhou had a good cry, and when she looked at Wu Lihong again, she was a bit embarrassed and turned aside to wipe the corners of her eyes.
"Why is that? Meiniang was crying so intensely just now, and now you're shy?" Wu Lihong teased her.
Madam Zhou gave him a reproachful glance, then gazed at him with a foolish look, reaching out to touch his face, her eyes filled with greed and reluctance, as if she wanted to etch this person into her heart.
"Mr. Wu, you, you've aged." She called tremblingly, tears falling again.
The infatuation and love in Madam Zhou's eyes were unmasked, allowing anyone to see through and understand them at a glance.
Wu Lihong's heart stirred, and he gently rubbed her hand. This woman truly admired him from the heart; the feelings in her eyes were so evident and undisguised, greatly satisfying and pleasing Wu Lihong's vanity.
